Imagining Things and other poems

Kenneth Steven

Description

This new collection of lyrical and witty poems shows some of the surprise and excitement to be found in the natural world both rural and urban.Even the familiar world of animals, seasons and seascapes is full of magic and mystery. The accessible poems are varied in style from light-hearted to reflective. Children will enjoy reading these poems to themselves, and their teachers will appreciate the use of metaphor, rhythm and sound.

Informations

• Publié par: Lion Hudson
• Date de parution: 21 janvier 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780745978642
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 4 Mo

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Imagining Things
and other poems
Our world of animals, seasons and landscapes is full of magic and mystery. It s an enchanted kingdom of birds and beasts and secret places, which can be there for all of us every day.
Kenneth Steven s new collection of lyrical and often humorous poems shows some of the surprise and excitement that can be ours in the world around us. Read these poems to discover the joy and wonder of imagining things.
Kenneth Steven lives in Perthshire and is a poet, novelist, and tutor of creative writing. He has over 20 books in print. He regularly appears at literary festivals and runs school workshops around the UK.
For Andrew McNab, and to remember my father, Campbell Steven, who gave me a love of all things living

Text copyright 2005 Kenneth Steven
Illustrations copyright 2005 Caroline Pedler
This edition copyright 2022 Lion Hudson IP Limited
The right of Kenneth Steven to be identified as the author and of Caroline Pedler to be identified as the illustrator of this work has been asserted by them in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
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ISBN 978-07459-4907-9
eISBN 978-07459-7864-2
First edition 2005
This edition 2022
Cover illustration Philippa Frewin
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A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
Contents
Wishing
Imagining things
Seeing in the dark
Attention please
Trincomalee
Bruno

Home sweet home
Swallows
Dawn
Our Corrie
Secret things
In the beginning
Oystercatchers
Dreams
Tadpoles
The field mouse

What am I?
The puzzle
Flying a kite
The kittens
Now and again

The river s tale
Mr O Malley

The moon
Legend
Whale
Undersong
A poem for whispering
Remember
The dream mare
Wild goose chase
Otter

The well
The mouse s tale
The Maker
Bats

Calculations
Taking the plunge
Stick-in-the-mud
A rhyme for the sun
Tide-dancing

The sea
Thunderstorm
Listen
Sounds to me
By degrees
Wasps

Wanting away
Sheepdog
The rat
Mushrooms

Geese
To hear a tiger purring
The world from the window
The adventure
Conkers

Web
Sometimes
Changing our ways
The city fox
Bonfire night

Alumbria
Frosty mornings
The slide
Night drive
Mistletoe

Gathering holly
Robins
Christmas
Snow
Wishing
I wish I d been the very first person
On the very first day of the world
To see the sun rise for the very first time
On the very first morning there was.
I wish I d watched the very first flower
Open out for the very first time.
I wish I d heard the very first bird
Sing the very first song to say thank you.
Imagining things
Saturday morning and the skies are grey;
Danny sits in his bedroom six floors up,
His eyes downcast and his elbows on the sill,
Listening to the grey rain sing:
It s singing from the chimneys
And it s singing from the roofs
It s singing from the steeples
And it s singing from the trees .
He wanted to go and play football,
But Jamie s got a cold and Alfie s away,
Sam s at his granny s and Alan hasn t time,
And Danny s mum said: It s far too wet!
It s singing from the chimneys
And it s singing from the roofs
It s singing from the steeples
And it s singing from the trees .
Danny imagines he s a bird,
Flying up over the houses and away,
Looking down on all the little figures,
Scampering away with their brollies and their hats.
It s singing from the chimneys
And it s singing from the roofs
It s singing from the steeples
And it s singing from the trees .

Now in his mind he s a thousand miles away,
Riding on a camel through yellow desert sand,
Searching for a treasure that s been lost since time began -
And he has to find it soon
Danny isn t here in a city block of flats,
Danny isn t sitting with his elbows on the sill,
Danny isn t wishing he is out there in the rain -
Danny s far away - imagining things!
Seeing in the dark
At night
Creak open your window to listen.
A car
Hums away and disappears.
The church bell
Echoes softly eleven times.
Two cats
Sing angry songs to each other,
Till someone shoos them away
And a bin lid rattles.
Then there s just the wind
Lifting and hissing the trees.
A house sign creaks
In the last bit of breeze.
The last light goes out -
There s not a single sound.